A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. — Oscar Wilde

I see contoured knolls and swales and rain gardens abound, planted with lush native vegetation. I see rainscaping, to reduce polluted runoff, becoming commonplace.

On weekend mornings, I hear birds singing, instead of the incessant drone of landscape assault weapons — that is, mowers, blowers and weed whackers. I see beautiful landscapes full of native plants, which require little or no fertilizer and pesticides, or watering other than what nature provides — in other words, healthy...